I dunno where to put this, sorry if it's in the wrong place, but I wanna talk a little bit about mine.

So I broke my fifth metatarsal(aka jones fracture), in my right foot in early February, I was in a cast for two months and at the end of two months it had show barely any improvement. Now I'm very, very independent and while in the cast I could put no weight on the foot at all so I was in crutches/wheel chair alllll the time. It was rough on me, to constantly need to ask for help and favors and it stressed me out beyond words. I was upset and crying a lot during those two months. (going on three now I think) My mommy was my saving grace, she helped me when I thought I would break and could take no more.

Anyway, the two month appointment was my limit, I started bawling in his office, I mean you can't understand exactly how little improvement there was. Well I went home with the plan to get the bone stimulator because surgery scared the out of me. I went over my boyfriends cause I need the support, the extra energy, the more positive energy to keep me stable. I spoke to him and did a lot of research. My mother actually found a site that said people who healed with a cast alone took 6-8 MONTHS. That was not an option. I'm going to the boyfriend's family reunion at the end of May, and a wedding in the beginning of June. It's really important to me to be able to at least hobble at the reunion, I've never met his family before, not this much of it. While I know my boyfriend will take care of me and I'll never have to move, it's just... important to me... I can't explain why.

So after about three days after the two month appointment I finally decided to get the surgery, I'd relaxed myself enough about the idea and done enough research that I was much more comfortable with it. Well, this week was hectic for me, I had a pre-opt with my regular doctor, and blood work in the same day (Wednesday) amusingly I also had a cavity filled yesterday(Thursday). Well today(Friday) was my surgery, I had to be at the hospital by 7am, and the surgery was to begin around 9am, didn't actually start till closer to 10 though.

But some luck of the divine and probably because I was so obviously scared out of my mind my mother got to stay with me through all of the prep. Somewhere in there I started crying and my mother, my angel of a mother started dancing like a goof ball. She talked to me about my crazy older brother who is a serious nut case and whom I love so very, very much. She did an unbelievable job of calming me down, just distracting me. By the time I was finally rolled back to the operating room, my mother obviously had to go, but I was calmed down, no more tear marks, just relaxed by then.

From there I remember doing what the doctors' told me, moving from the bed to the operating table, positioning myself and suddenly my memories go blank lol. I find it funny cause I was wide away. Two hours later (probably more with a bit of extra moving and prep in there, but the surgery was only suppose to take an hour, it took two) I wake up and the first nurse I see is a younger one, I tell her she's very pretty and she should do a smokey green eye with her make up (she had a lot of green make up on which seemed really dramatic, but when I seen her later, not so messed up on drugs, lol, it didn't seem quite so outlandish).

The blood pressure cuff fell off my upper arm and ended up around my wrist, it started tightening and I raised my arm and said "It's going off, but I know that's not right..." mind you it wasn't quite so coherent, was very drowsy. I get pushed down the hall in my bed and I asked her if I moved myself to the bed, they told me yes (I'd been informed previously that the drug they were giving me I'd still be away) but I didn't remember it at all. The green eyed nurse passes me to someone else whom she tells "be careful with her, I like her." I thought it was sweet.

When I was finally getting ready to leave, dressed, momma went to get the car, I was being pushed out in a wheel chair and I told the nurse pushing me I really had to pee so she pushed me back to the bathroom. I told her I wasn't comfortable with her in the bathroom with me so she left me, but when I came out I couldn't find her at all! lol, I waited around for about five minutes, looked around corners but couldn't find her, so I started to leave. Wasn't entirely sure how to get out, but I had an idea.

Well the green eyed nurse saw me and she asked me what I was doing and I told her I lost my nurse but I thought I knew my way out. XD Apparently that was bad, cause she hustled back in and said, loudly that their was a patient trying to leave. Suddenly I had three nurses. I was so out of it though.

Oh, I also know why hospitals are boring white now. I was sitting in a parking lot waiting for my mom to get my prescription staring at the trees and it was giving me headaches, I guess cause it was so busy (ya know with all the leaves and the wind blowing em all over).

Anyway, thanks if you actually read this! <3 I'm so glad it all over, but it was definitely an experience, and I'm glad I got to have it now, I don't think I'd have done so well without my mommy. I'm almost 20 by the way and I do still call her "mommy."